The Remnant Weeps

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(The Sermon on the Mount by Carl Heinrich Bloch)

“God does not give us overcoming life-He gives us life as we overcome” ( Oswald Chambers)

I must weep
When I contemplate mercy
Things so fully
And freely now mine
From a God
Who imagined my coming
Long before the
Beginning of time.
Precious Love
That is never discouraged
And a Wisdom
That governs my walk
And a sense of
That time just to listen
Or that time when disciples must talk.
Oh I know
Of the stuff I am fashioned
And I know when the dark thoughts invade
But I weep
At this Grace yield unending
And assurances
Heavenly made.
Who am I
To be called from the masses?
Who am I
To hold court with the King?
Who am I
To enjoy that reunion
When my Saviour explains everything?

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(James Tissot)

“And he said unto him, If thy presence go not with me, carry us not up hence. For wherein shall it be known here that I and thy people have found grace in thy sight? is it not in that thou goest with us? so shall we be separated, I and thy people, from all the people that are upon the face of the earth. And the LORD said unto Moses, I will do this thing also that thou hast spoken: for thou hast found grace in my sight, and I know thee by name.”
(Exo 33:15-17)

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario, Canada 

“Joyas Voladoras, ” by Brian Doyle – Your favorite poem

Originally posted on poetreecreations.org:

 
Consider the hummingbird for a long moment. A hummingbird’s heart beats ten times a second. A hummingbird’s heart is the size of a pencil eraser. A hummingbird’s heart is a lot of the hummingbird. Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe, more than three hundred species of them whirring and zooming and nectaring in hummer time zones nine times removed from ours, their hearts hammering faster than we could clearly hear if we pressed our elephantine ears to their infinitesimal chests.
 
 
Each one visits a thousand flowers a day. They can dive at sixty miles an hour. They can fly backwards. They can fly more than five hundred miles without pausing to rest. But when they rest…

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Respite From the Wash

They sight a rare north-easter

The ship will roll and mourn

And quite a ways

And several days

Afore we reach the Horn.

The blast compels us ice-ward

The rigging all a-sheen

We hope for west

And do our best

With chop we’ve never seen.

And two days back we lost one

In seconds he was gone

The wash was coy

It grabbed the boy

And this his thirteenth run.

At first light sometimes quiet

And Captain reads us Psalms

A special hour

We sense God’s power

He whips up and He calms.

This evening all exhausted

And in my bunk a whiles

And Danny sits across from me

And slaps my knee and smiles:

“Your three percent is waiting

Once we collect the loot

In warmer seas

Bright birds in trees.

And roasted pig to boot.”

It’s good to feel the promise

That beats this awful chill

And soothes the ache

In friendship’s wake.

And re-creates the will.

Isaiah 37

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You have camped about my City

My precious timeless City

You have sent your emissaries

To force the King to yield.

You have boasted of your power

And of other gods defeated

But this is your fateful hour

And I’ll drive you from the field.

In your violence and slaughter

You have terrified the masses

And your horsemen and your arrows

Are as swift as lightning’s stroke.

But I know your place of dwelling

And your coming and your going

And your braying ‘gainst Jehovah

Shall be proved a pointless joke.

Note: Let this be said of all oppressors and tormentors who come up against God’s community, God’s children of special favour. Grace has NOT taken away His sword of protection. In effect He says to the enemy “I know where you live”.

http://momentsmidstream.blogspot.ca/2009/05/are-you-far-off.html

http://momentsmidstream.blogspot.ca/2012/04/quietness-and-confidence.html

In Transition

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country road south of New Dundee, ON

Yesterday I was at a breakfast meeting for volunteers in chaplaincy at one of Kitchener’s seniors’ homes. Some new faces and some whom I have seen regularly over the last five years. Many denominations are in the mix for encouragement for our dignified old friends.

One attendee announced that his participation would be coming to an end effective June 2015. His small congregation in New Dundee is dismantling. I asked about plans for re-location of the flock. He had no definitive answer. In his upper fifties, perhaps over 60. The disappointment showed on his otherwise pleasant, affirming face.

There must be many questions. Did I do enough? Did I show them the way? Is this chastening or something worse? Do I have the energy to fire it up again? What about my denomination? Is the organized church becoming irrelevant to this impatient, over-stimulated society?

Of this I am sure. The Pastor knows Jesus and His compassionate heart. The man is a comfort and encouragemenrt to approach. God does not shake His children for unsubstantial reasons. The Loving Father is aware of every heartbeat and question. And let us not forget that wonderful image of the Good Shepherd in John 10:4…”he goeth before”.

http://flockatrest.blogspot.com/